Meet the Characters with Elysa Hendricks

Elysa Hendricks coverHello and welcome to my blog for another round of Meet the Characters! Today I am featuring a guest blogger who has graciously agreed to let me do a character interview, which is my favorite kind of interview. Join me in welcoming author, Elysa Hendricks, and her characters from The Sword and the Pen. It’s a fantastic contemporary fantasy romance with wonderful characters so without further ado here is the interview with Serilda D’Lar, heroine from The Sword and the Pen.

  1. How did you first meet your writer?

I was busy fighting for my life when suddenly I found myself lost in a white mist. At that point I wasn’t sure what had happened. Then a voice said, “Damn it, woman! Why won’t you ever do what I tell you to?” It wasn’t until later that I actually met Brandon Alexander Davis in person. At first I believed him to be a wizard who had snatched me from my world, but soon I learned that he was a writer, a teller of tales, that he’d written me and my entire world into existence as amusement for others. This knowledge did not please me. According to Brandon there’s another writer who has put our story to pen, but her I have yet to meet and have little desire to do so.

  1. Did you ever think that your life would end up being in a book?

My life is not in a book. For me and others it is our reality. I warn Brandon of this fact constantly.

  1. What are your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance?

While I enjoy my conversations and time with Brandon, I prefer action.

  1. Did you have a hard time convincing your author to write any particular scenes for you?

I am in control of my life, therefore I have no need to convince Brandon or this other unknown writer of anything.

  1. What do you like to do when you are not being actively read somewhere?

I do the same things as other people. I eat, I sleep, I make love, I laugh, I cry. Why anyone would want to know more than what is in my book is beyond my comprehension.

  1. Do you like the way the book ended?

Though I miss my friends and comrades from my fictional world, I’m happy to now live in the “real” world with Brandon. So, yes, I’m pleased with the ending of my story. Only rather than ending, my story is just beginning.

  1. What do you do for a living?

Since I now live in Brandon’s world, my old occupation as a freedom fighter and mercenary has ended. I’ve yet to determine my path in this world.

  1. What do you wear when you go to sleep?

My sword, of course. What need to I have for clothing while I sleep?

  1. What is your most prized possession?

Possessions are fleeting. They can be taken from you in a moment. The only thing worth having is strength of body and mind. With strength you can hold what you prize.

  1. Who was your first girlfriend/boyfriend and what do you like most about them?

Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Once my family was killed by Roark, I went to live with the brothers of the Order of Light. There were no other children there, so I had no girlfriends or boyfriends. Once grown my comrades were other freedom fighters. I valued their strength of arms and loyalty to our cause.

  1. What is something no one knows about you? Why do you keep it a secret? And what would happen if everyone found out about it?

No one but myself knows the name I chose when I reached the age of awareness at seven. With knowledge of my enchanted name, even one with little magic in them could control my every action. Not even to Brandon would I speak that name.

  1. What do you find most appealing in men and women?

Loyalty, honor, and humor.

  1. What do you find most unappealing in men and women?

Greed and dishonesty.

  1. What do you like most about where you live?

I am particularly fond of motor vehicles, clean running water, and what Brandon has told me is called electricity. The power to move rapidly from one place to another, and illuminate a room with a mere flick of a toggle without the use of magic still amazes me.

  1. What is your vivid memory of your mother and father?

Hearing them scream as they died in the fire set by Roark, may his soul be forever damned.

  1. Do you believe in ghosts/evil spirits/mysticism?

Magic, ghosts, and evil spirits abound in my previous life, but here with Brandon I have no fear of them. Though he claims to possess no magic, the fact that I am here in his world gives lie to his claim.

  1. What is your most favorite memory?

Memories are useless. They only serve to remind you of what you’ve lost. I prefer to live in the present.

Blurb:

It was time. After penning ten popular sword-and-sorcery novels, Brandon Alexander Davis was ready to move on. Ready to stop hiding in his fictional world. Ready to start living a real life. There was just one problem: as he plotted the noble death of Serilda D’Lar, his fictional creation, complete with mile-long sword, skimpy leather outfit and badass attitude, appeared in his study. Was she nothing more than a crazy fan, or had Brandon finally cracked? This warrior woman whom he knew so well, so strong yet vulnerable, was both fantasy and reality. She was an invitation to rediscover all he once knew–that life is an incredible, magical journey and, for love, any man can be a hero.

Excerpt:

She poked him in the arm with the tip of her sword.

“Ow!” Brandon scooted back, nearly under his desk.

“Warrior? Priest? Sorcerer?” She crouched down to rest on her heels, and stared at him. The position put her full breasts nearly in his face. “Definitely not a warrior.” She pinched his arm. “You have muscle, but not enough to wield a sword in battle. No courage, either. Priest? Unlikely. They don’t fear the sword. Only their god makes them cower. Wizard? Perhaps, but not one of any power, or else I’d be at your feet. So…you’re the wizard’s assistant most likely.” As if satisfied with her conclusion, she rose to her feet.

“Get up. I’ll not harm you. I wish to speak to your master. He and I have business to discuss.”

Brandon eyed the woman warily. Though her speech and clothing were odd, she sounded and looked extremely familiar. Why? Was she a crazy fan he’d somehow communicated with before?

 

To be honest, she bore a striking resemblance to Serilda, if shorter. She was five feet seven or eight inches, rather than six feet, and she was less buxom and had softer features than the character he’d ultimately developed.

 

Despite the trampy clothing and hard scowl, she was attractive. Short reddish blonde curls framed an elfin face. Dark lashes fringed large, cat-like green eyes. Sun-kissed skin covered high cheekbones, and her lips, though currently set in a hard line, were full and red.

 

“I said get up!” She grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet.

 

He was surprised that, when he stood, he topped her by a good six inches and probably outweighed her by sixty pounds. That size difference gave him a bit of confidence, but the nasty-looking sword she held with such self-assurance negated it. One could never trust the actions of a crazy person.

 

“Who are you?” She looked him up and down then seemed to dismiss him.

 

“Brandon Alexander Davis. This is my home.”

 

Unimpressed, she laughed. “Brandon? What kind of name is that? Bran is what I eat to ease my bowels.”

 

Heat crept up Brandon’s neck. “Who the hell are you? And what are you doing here in that ridiculous costume?”

 

“Who I am and” — two spots of color stained her cheeks — “what I wear is a matter I will discuss with your master. Where is he? Has he run to hide from me? It will do him no good. I’m determined to find him and solve this.”

 

“I don’t have a master. I live here alone.” Damn! Why had he told her that? He eased back from the lunatic toward the phone. Could he wrest the sword away from her before then?

 

His size would be an advantage, but even standing at ease, the woman radiated strength and skill. The odds seemed against him. To win he’d have to hit her– hard– and he doubted he could bring himself to do so. The lessons of chivalry his grandmother had taught were too deeply ingrained. In that way, he and Donoval were of one mind. No matter how greatly provoked, men didn’t hit women.

 

Although, the thought of wrestling with this woman was appealing.

 

“No master? Do not lie to me.” The lunatic’s fingers flexed around the hilt of her sword.

 

“Why would I lie?” he snapped. “It’s obvious your beef is with someone else. If I knew who and where he was, why would I protect him?”

 

“Because you’re a coward. A powerful sorcerer inspires fear if not loyalty in his minions. But you should fear me more than him,” she warned.

 

“There is no him! I’m the only one here. And I’m not a coward.” Being called one triggered something inside him. Having phobias about crowds, insects and small furry animals didn’t make him a coward. Not really.

 

She gave him a thoughtful look. “Is it possible? Are you the one?”

 

“The one what?”

 

She ignored his question and studied him. Her intense perusal made him squirm.

 

“Why didn’t I see the resemblance?” she murmured.

 

“What resemblance?” He didn’t like the turn of this conversation. Come to think of it, he hadn’t liked the original direction, either.

 

“To Donoval. You are him– in form at least.” A bit of fear crossed her features, though anger quickly erased it. “I’m loath to believe it, but you are the wizard. Did you construct me so you could play God in my world? Does it give you pleasure to toy with me?”

 

“What the hell are you talking about? Play God? I’m just a writer trying to make a living. I write stories for people to read and enjoy. It’s just entertainment.”

 

Buy the Book:

http://www.amazon.com/Sword-Pen-Elysa-Hendricks-ebook/dp/B008E6XBDK 

 

Meet Elysa:Elysa Hendricks pic

Elysa Hendricks is 5’6″ tall. She has curly hair and brown eyes. She’s an author, a wife, a mother and a daughter. Everything else is subject to change without notice.

After trying her hand at a variety of careers, insurance underwriter, video storeowner, home day care, and domestic goddess for other people, Elysa Hendricks, a longtime reader sat down to write a short contemporary novel.  When her heroine turned out to be a winged, telepathic alien, Elysa decided she enjoyed writing stories set in different places, times, and realities. She’s published 14 full-length books, ranging from sweet contemporary to sexy sci-fi, as well as numerous short stories.

While living in north east Illinois she helped found the Windy City Chapter of Romance Writers of America, and she’s the only remaining founding member of the Futuristic, Fantasy & Paranormal Chapter. She’s taught workshops on writing at writer’s conferences and at community colleges.

Because for “real life” her motto is: Boring is good, excitement is vastly overrated, she saves the adventures for the characters in her books.

She loves to connect with other writers and readers. When she’s not writing you can find her hanging out on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Elysa-Hendricks-Author/137316289643103 (way too much) or you can check out her books on her web site: http://www.elysahendricks.com

Thank you for joining us today! I hope you enjoyed this round of Meet the Characters and will join us again next week!

 

 

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7 thoughts on “Meet the Characters with Elysa Hendricks

    1. LOL! Sherilda is one tough lady. I’m glad Brandon gets to deal with her rather than me. Thanks for stopping by. And thanks to Jennifer for having Sherilda and me here today.

  1. Fun interview. I’m glad that Brandon has a way to calm her. She’s feisty! I’m sure you are glad you haven’t met her face to face yet.

    1. She’s handful for sure. I had a blast writing her. But don’t tell her I said so. Wouldn’t want her turning up in my office. 🙂

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